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Story Number 60 - Not what I thought – Part 3

It had been a week since I woke up in Andre’s bed after falling down the stairs. Nurses and doctors came and went constantly. Andre made it clear I was not leaving, and very quickly I realised I was a captive. Pain was still aching across my body, there was no escaping anytime soon when I could barely walk. Initially his kindness was overwhelming, but I know what I saw, and so did he. He killed someone, he murdered someone in cold blood right before my eyes. He was not what I thought, and I made that clear. He wanted to explain, but what was there to explain, he was a killer. It had only been a week, but his attitude was growing worse as I continually ignored and protested his touch and time. I wanted nothing to do with him, we were done.

Andre said he loved me, and I did not doubt him. When I first woke up, Andre’s hand was clinging to mine as he kneeled beside the bed with his head resting against the covers. He was completely dishevelled, like he had not slept in days just waiting by my side. His face lit up with relief and excitement as I came too, but I remembered instantly what he did, what his man did to me. I remembered his voice yelling out for help, a doctor running in as he profusely apologised and tried to get closer to me.

His lips descending toward my head, I could not move to avoid him. Everything was happening so quickly, and I was in so much pain. Using all my strength, I made my arm shoot out ripping cords and needles as I blocked his face with my palm. Smacking hard into his nose as a warning, he was startled as he slightly pulled back remaining quiet as he hurried the doctor along with his eyes. Laying beside me in the bed, he kept silent till I was given the all clear and we were left alone.

His hand this time reaching out for me, I spoke for the first time. My voice croaky, “I want to go home.”

That was where my problems began. Andre had no intention of allowing me to leave. I was monitored and locked in his bedroom 24 hours a day. He came in and out intermittently, though his mood grew more and more sour as I continued to avoid and push him away. He acted like always, a gentleman, but now a week later I could see his ego taking a hit. I was afraid what he would… what he could do to me, but I had no other option. My heart burned, he had built himself right into my life and mind, and I could not get him out.

I had barely begun to walk again with help, but dragging myself to the edge of the bed there was no way I would let a nurse give me anther sponge bath. Both feet on the floor, I slowly pushed myself off the bed to stand. Oddly feeling quite good I walked toward the bathroom as a dull ache ran through my waist. Catching the vanity, I stared at myself in the mirror. My skin was sweaty and pasty white. Slowly stripping my clothes, my eyes were drawn to my skin. Dark ugly bruises were yellowing. My face wincing, I turned away as an emotion making me want to cry flashed through me. Words audible leaving my mouth, I spoke to myself in a whisper in the mirror. “I want to go home.”

A lie and I knew it, I wanted Andre. I wanted his warm arms softly surrounding and comforting me. I wanted his hand that he softly petted me with at night when he thought I was asleep to stroke me. The image of his hand with a knife flashing back, I turned to the shower struggling out of the last of my clothing. Stepping into the shower, water cascaded down my body at the perfect temperature.

Washing myself, it was not that long before fatigue set in weakening me as I huffed for breath. Clutching for the glass, my body gave out as I fell to my knees. The brute force sending shooting pains up my legs. “Miss!” The nurse running in, I felt a robe wrapped around me before she helped me up from the wet floor.

“Please help me get out of here?” The nurse falling completely silent, she slowly walked me out of the bathroom toward the bed.

The door to the room being unlocked, Andre walked in eyeing the nurse and I. “You got her out of bed without me?” His voice wild with anger, the nurse froze in fear. I could only imagine if he found me on the floor, heads would roll. His body walking to us instantly. He lifted me as I protested. His arms rounding my back sending sharp pains I felt my eyes dry out as they widened in pain. Whining out, I could not stop myself as the pain increased. “Get Out!” His voice still enraged, the nurse ran from the room as I felt the soft sheets underneath me. Scrambling back still puffing despite the pain, I attempted to move further back. “Are you okay Cass?”

His voice tender, it just made everything hurt worse. A hand reaching to close the dressing gown riding up my thighs I was desperate. “Let me go Andre. This is illegal, you can’t keep me here.”

The hand he reached out gripping the bath robe scrunching into a tight fist. I tried to take it from his grip as he almost growled in response. Shocked, I felt my whole body ripped forward along the silky sheets by the gown. His body looming above me, I could see his control on the verge of snapping. “You will stay here for as long as I desire it to be so. You are mine.” My head shaking, I felt his hands raking down my body as his body lowered to mine. The weight causing more pain, I winced trying to get away. His frustration evident, he was out of patience. “Stop avoiding me Cass. I know you love me, stop acting like a spoilt child.” My head shaking once more, I felt his body stiffen at my denial.

His large hands unfastening the robe, I felt a hand slip inside caressing my skin softly. Unable to stop the reaction, I almost moaned as my body drew closer to his. “You are such a liar, look at you, practically begging for it.” His words spat out in amusement, a hand rose to my breast fondling under the robe as his face remained inches from my own. His mouth lowering, my body submitted to his aggressive kiss. His tongue lashing across my lips, my head throbbed as I was forced deeper into the sheets.

I did not want this, he was growing more violent. My mind breaking, how did I not see this, how could he do it. My n****e pinched roughly, I cried out into his mouth in pain as his tongue thrusted deeper. As if egged on by my cries, my mouth was forced wider as the hand on my breast harshly moved downward hitting sore bruises in its path. My body exploding with pain, I could not move, I could not do anything. He was not going to stop, my eyes stinging his hand met its target as fingers shoved inside my p***y forcefully.

My body shaking, it felt terrible, it hurt. Tears finally flowing down my cheeks, his thick erection grinded into my lower thigh. Realizing his eyes were closed in bliss, I still could not bring my arms to move, they hurt and ached as much as my body. Fingers thrusting in and out, my body was reacting and producing juices, I could feel it, and I hated it. I hated that I reacted to him when he was doing this, when he was hurting me.

Struggling with everything I had left, it almost sounded like he chuckled nipping as my lips as he spoke again. “I’ll remind you just how much you love me Cass. Can you feel how wet you are for me, at least your body doesn’t lie.”

Tasting the saltness of my tears in my mouth, his body only came on stronger. My legs forced apart by his knees, I could feel his hand opening the front of his pants. My heart beating faster and faster, I almost wished I could black out. The man I loved, the man that I did not want to love was about to rape me. His c**k resting against my entrance, I could feel him moving it with his hand back and forth wetting the tip as felt completely helpless.

His tongue sinking deeper into mouth, I nearly choked as I clench my teeth chomping down as hard as I could. It was my last chance to stop him and I knew it. The metallic taste of blood filling my mouth, I watched as his eyes flew open and he backed up sitting at my thighs. “What the f**k Cass!” His voice harsh and hand wiping at his mouth, he had a look of ferocity cross his face as his eyes dragged back to me.

His expression faltering, he looked me up and down with what I could only assume was shock. Looking down at myself, he clearly saw what I did earlier in the mirror. I wanted to pull the robe over me, to cover my everything that was not visible. Goose bumps, shaking and wet, I barely had the strength to move let alone to do up the robe.

Tear still flowing from my eyes, I felt like my heart tore from my chest. “f**k!” His jaw clenching hard as he yelled. Andre’s hands working quickly, I was bundled up under the covers in seconds as he slightly turned me to my side. It was clear he could not look me in the face. “I… I’m sorry Cass. I didn’t think… I thought… I...”

His words falling into silence, my heart would not stop racing. I was scared, I was scared of him. Still trembling I could not even bring myself to get a word out as I cried and shook uncontrollably under the covers. His body rolling to the edge of the bed, he stood moving to the couch. It felt like hours, but he did not move, he just stayed watching me from a distance until I fell asleep from exhaustion.

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